Internets In The Plural
When I unplugged the DSL modem (router? whatchamajigger?) after work today, Lisa went into immediate shock. She was pale and clammy until Stan and I rubbed ethernet cables on her wrists for a while.
“Where am I? Where is the internets?” she stammered.
“I’m taking them to Anoka,” I answered grimly.
“Jail?” asked Noah. He always confuses Anoka with jail. Make of that what you wish.
Day 10 of no internets. I cave in at the first house I go to with a computer. I never want to leave.
We get our high speed internets installed on the 11th. I’m going to spend the day with my laptop.
There are so many things I wanted to look at, but I am too overwhelmed to remember anything but e-mail and blogs.